Novel & Cerita Viktor Hargreeves

he said. “That’s not an answer,” she replied, stepping closer, her voice steady but concerned. “Who?” He hesitated. Six months ago, he might have dismissed her question, compartmentalized the threat, buried it alone. The old instinct whispered to do exactly that. Handle it quietly, efficiently, and alone. Instead, he inhaled slowly and said, “A man named Viktor Hale.” The name meant nothing to her, but the way Damian said it made her chest tighten. “He was a fixer,” Damian continued. “Before Jacob, before lawyers you know. Before I believed in solutions that didn’t end with silence.”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

he suddenly asked me. I looked at him, not sure if I wanted to know, because I could see the sadness in his eyes. "You don't have to if it's going to bring back memories," I whispered to him, still holding his gaze. "I want to tell you. Maybe you will understand my hate towards the Mikhas." I nodded, stepping away from him so that he could come in. He took a big breath and let it out before talking. "I was seventeen when my sister Viona passed away. At the age of eighteen, I took over from my father after he became a sadistic son of a bitch." He looked down at his feet before talking again.

"A girl who suddenly speaks perfect English. A daughter who tries to send the strongest Lord of the council into a mountain of C4." He stopped directly in front of me, leaning in until our noses almost touched. "Or perhaps," Zima whispered, "Rai had nothing to do with this. Because Rai Kirov is currently unconscious in a room three miles from the data center. Which leaves us with the question... who the hell are you?" Viktor stood up, his shadow stretching across the floor like a shroud. "The mask is very good, darling," Viktor purred, pulling a combat knife from his belt. "But the heart... the heart always beats too fast when you're lying to a Volkov.”

The day Logan returned from the dead, I knew something wasn't right. He hadn't survived alone. Someone had hidden him, someone powerful. So I hired the best private intelligence firm money could buy. Their assignment was simple. It was to find everyone connected to Logan Williams, that was how I discovered he was linked with the Hargroves. Weeks became months, and most leads went nowhere. Then one investigator found an old insurance report from twenty-five years earlier. One name kept appearing in sealed records, Victor Hale. Former security chief, officially retired and unofficially...gone.

Chapter 2: The Hunter's Burden Amidst the fearful whispers, young Gabriel Devereaux, a skilled hunter, felt an unrelenting pull to protect his village. Haunted by the memory of his father's disappearance during a previous full moon, Gabriel vowed to uncover the truth and rid Ravenswood of the curse that plagued them. Armed with his father's silver dagger and unwavering determination, Gabriel set forth on his perilous journey. Chapter 3: The Enigmatic Stranger

Morrigan can clearly remember the day Colfre first saved her, the first time they met vividly like it just happened yesterday. The memory of that day where she danced with death underwater with the threat of drowning and a perpetrator assassinating her. She can clearly remember how she sank down the deep part of the pool thinking it will be her eternal abyss, where her life will end in that moment not until a young man clad in black jumped in the water and saved her from her almost demise. A young man with ginger hair and bright hazel eyes brought her back to the surface just in time.

With every swallow, my throat ached for the cool sensation of water to slick down the column. His eyes traveled to the glass of water beside me and back. A silent command to drink. I obeyed, propping myself up and fluffing my pillows. The wet reprieve of the water against my dry throat felt like the next best thing since shoe laces. Water may not have been my favorite drink of choice—pumpkin spice ice-coffees won that—but one only realized their gratitude for the existence of water when they needed it most. Placing the glass back, I finally took in Victor. He was dressed in a black button-down and black dress slacks. His hair was slicked back in a top knot. His beard was trimmed and framed h

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

Tell me you wouldn't do anything like that, Viktor. Viktor opened his mouth to speak, but was still at a loss for words. “By all the gods! He thought the Inquisition had burned the monster at the stake, but it's you, right? You are the Tomb Raider, aren't you, Viktor? Herwin pushed Viktor past him and picked up a notepad that was open to a page where Viktor had tried to copy the invocations he had heard Dr. Tepes pronounce about the gutted corpse in the basement along with drawings of the hand gestures. that he had observed.